The burglars kicked in the sidedoor
and invaded our kitchen
stealing 22 years of safety
and a cheap TV.
We painted that kitchen
in a project which
began with stripping ugly wallpaper and ended
with a pretty security door a week too late.
Thieves ransacked the dresser
she bought from her landlady in Virginia,
the top strewn with a lifetime’s sentimental baubles
pawed through by worthless thugs.
In the garage,
a thief spread the contents of the glovebox
over the seats,
as if taking inventory before a long trip.
Back at their hideout,
the burglars exclaimed,
“Man, those people had nothin’ worth stealing.
We were robbed.”